ترانه:
1000 Sins

Fear. My fear of whats to come. My life has been and gone. All thats left is... My. My hopeless will to die. My soul is left behind. You Won't Save

Dreams of living life, without shame, are fading away. I've suffered. Pieces of regret are, slowly, buliding up in me. I've suffered. Break me open

hear me I'll still sing You go to church and pray on Sunday You think your sins are cleaned up that way Don't you know forgiveness just begins with

left, on the Avis rental car blowing horns like Miles Davis at the pearly gate God let me in Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN I know I got more sins

Chosen Son of the Ibex King Enthroned, blackened inquisitor I spread the plagues and endless sins Raised our dominion upon a 1000 sheeps Now! A time to

hell So the fend must be back on our ball Lose all your sins, lose all your sorrows No lucid intervals, no people who guide But a 1000 Masters of

t be going through what I'm going thru You know when I pop when no one knew, get over the fact I'm over you! The more sins the radio, the more fellatio

Chosen son of the Ibex king Enthroned, blackened inquisitor I spread the plagues and endless sins Raised our dominion upon a 1000 sheeps Now! A time to

hell So the fend must be back on our ball Lose all your sins, lose all your sorrows No lucid intervals, no people who guide But a 1000 Masters of